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04-04-2013, 04:20 PM
RE: Poets' Corner
Not among many did he flourish
Nor among many did he fly
When he was not among them, however, he wished to die
They made him strong, and gave his heart a song
But one day the law came to take him away
For this man was a necrophiliac
And in his old, run-down shack
He kept all of his visitors to stay


... I'm not immature.
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04-04-2013, 04:32 PM (This post was last modified: 07-04-2013 05:41 AM by Zat.)
RE: Poets' Corner
When you are a poet

When you are a poet
you can say anything you like
because the fools don't read your lines,
and those who do
don't really mind
what you're raving about
when speaking your mind.
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07-04-2013, 11:00 AM (This post was last modified: 07-04-2013 12:07 PM by Zat.)
RE: Poets' Corner
I am back to post poems only...

Dreamers

Faraday was the first
who saw the invisible lines:
a force field permeating all of magnetic space…
...he didn't know he was proven right
by the Aurora Borealis;
he only knew that iron filings
sprinkled on a sheet of paper,
made, for him, the lines visible.
Many thought that it was risible
to imagine such things
if you couldn't see them, couldn't touch them,
how could they exist?

Einstein imagined space
filled with clocks ticking away,
at their own speed, in their own way.
Time flows at a different rate
for you and me if we don't wait
for each other but speed away
in opposite direction…
…no one could understand
his wild contention.

Sagan imagined the stars
we might visit some day
from our pale blue dot
and find new planets orbiting
in elliptical path,
some teeming with life, intelligence…
…then we’d know we are not alone,
that the whole universe
is our home.

All these dreamers shared this:
they were not afraid to dream,
to look beyond what may seem
rock-solid reality.
They knew there had to be
glorious variety in the cosmos:
in boundless infinity.

They are all dead now
but I still talk to them,
ask if I could share their vision…
…and they say that dreams are still free
and that’s the way
it should,
forever,
be.
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07-04-2013, 11:11 AM
RE: Poets' Corner
(04-04-2013 04:32 PM)Zat Wrote:  When you are a poet

When you are a poet
you can say anything you like
because the fools don't read your lines,
and those who do
don't really mind
what you're raving about
when speaking your mind.

... and the same for prophets on TTA

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07-04-2013, 11:15 AM (This post was last modified: 07-04-2013 11:20 AM by Zat.)
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I posted this too soon.

It belongs after Girly's poem....
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07-04-2013, 11:18 AM
RE: Poets' Corner
Old Man

Old man full of wisdom,
Unable or unwilling
To tolerate fools,
Hides behind riddles
And poems.

Heart

There is only one really serious philosophical question, and that is suicide. -Camus
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07-04-2013, 11:20 AM
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Memories

It's a maelstrom of swirling images,
a painter's palette gone mad,
dizzying colours, haunting voices,
names, faces, choices…
…memories happy and sad.
I must impose order lest it overwhelms me,
I need to cope with the confusion,
achieve continuity, manage resolution.

I have lived so many lives, all so different,
with tectonic breaks between…
…it’s hard to keep track of
what, if anything, connects them,
as I hopped from one existence to another
trying to maintain my balance,
forgetting everything else.

I grew up with humanistic values:
honesty, courage, mutual assistance,
“Treat others as you would have others treat you
in every single instance”,
my parents’ voice echoes in my mind
with kind, gentle insistence.

The world I knew was confusing,
so many people using each other,
often I couldn’t see what they meant…
…but I discovered science - it never lied to me,
explained the beauty and truth of the universe:
mystery that became easy to understand,
I never had to pretend - found sanctuary.

But I didn’t belong in my country, that corrupt, twisted world;
couldn’t trust our leaders who spoke of brotherly love
while enslaving the masses in poverty, ignorance,
crushing any sign of dissent with brutal intolerance.
Finally I broke to freedom, leaving all behind,
only to discover that humans are humans in whatever guise.
They spout the slogan, but insist on profit,
people are pragmatic, not idealist.

Now, near the end of this rollercoaster ride,
I am trying to make sense, figure it all out,
what it has all meant, beyond any doubt,
truth I can take with me to the end.
The one constant line I can identify,
what I believed in at each different time:
honesty with myself, courage to face facts,
and the love I always felt
for my soul mates,
for my friends.
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07-04-2013, 11:31 AM
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I had a dream last night

I had a dream last night:
I was a tree in pre-hominid times:
a giant red cedar
hugging the earth and the sky,
watching the birds and clouds float by,
stretching my leafy branches in leisurely comfort,
with not a care in the world,
knowing I would never die.

Then I was a bird,
a soaring condor,
being one with the sky
between the earth far below
and infinity above,
as I would fly over granite peaks
and desert dunes,
looking for food, mate,
landing on dewy meadow.

Then I was a whale,
embraced by the sea, the salty waves,
as I dove, and then rose again,
to emerge from the water,
celebrate the sunshine above
and the translucent green below,
wanting to live, in this splendor,
for ever and ever.

I was on the peak in every dream,
no one to hunt me, kill me,
no one to fear...
...not knowing that the end
of this beautiful existence
was soon, very soon,
here.
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07-04-2013, 11:38 AM
RE: Poets' Corner
(07-04-2013 11:20 AM)Zat Wrote:  Memories
...
people are pragmatic, not idealist.
...

Rest assured there are pragmatic idealists among us, old man.

There is only one really serious philosophical question, and that is suicide. -Camus
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07-04-2013, 11:43 AM (This post was last modified: 07-04-2013 11:46 AM by Zat.)
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(07-04-2013 11:18 AM)GirlyMan Wrote:  Old Man

Old man full of wisdom,
Unable or unwilling
To tolerate fools,
Hides behind riddles
And poems.

Heart

Young Man

Young man full of intelligence
and no illusion...
...knows how to appreciate
and old curmudgeon's 'wisdom'

Heart
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